War As Normal (continued)

I wrote a piece last month titled “War As Normal.” The basic gist of the piece is that as an American, I am so far removed from the tragedies that take place in areas like Aleppo, that even when I am feeling really sad, angry, and sympathetic, it is virtually impossible for me to feel empathy. What prompted me to write the piece was a passage from Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s sophomore novel Half of a Yellow Sun. I am writing this today because the passage in the photo above from the same book is an example of the point I was trying to make.